Too mortal

I’ve been lost and found, or so I thought

and life seemed happy in but, moments

Even the sun boasted with pure colorful joy

Rain was soothing on our bare skin, at night

but before I woke, you up and went- away

leaving me behind, lost, in a discarded shade

as if, I was just another kiss, untold by you

Now- every step feeling like a crumbling floor

I easily lost you and myself back in November

but when the month changed to May

I never even noticed- the change of days

Oh! I can still feel the crisp morning mist

that was left chilling like ghost on my lips

when reality alerted my sobering awareness

as rain drops fall more like snowflakes now

masking footprints where I alone walk on

and the sun secretly cries behind veils of gray

while I peregrinate this silent beach in memories

Knowing now- there isn’t enough ocean waves

that could ever wash you away from…my heart

Poet of the Light © 2019

Turbulence

My eyes failed me before I set about

while sand still encompassed my feet

as I lounged in shade of a Palm tree

naively believing in a face, I couldn’t see

 

Now- its nothing short of, turbulence

adrift amongst this cyanic desert

hidden deep below a sobered surface

I thirst for taste of fresh, pure water

 

All delusion of her mirage has faded

along with the waves of false promise;

her embrace of love would come along

and gently whisk me ashore to…home

 

Poet of the Light © 2019

Loves dichotomy

Thoughts beget us a trap door: kiss 

How most seemingly strange it is

the touch, the whispers, the scent

remains long after the warmth left

Perhaps to extenuate the presence

we would have otherwise not missed

but for those searing moment of bliss

Yes, tis true, love birthed…my misery too

Poet of the Light © 2019

Oligopoly relations

Beyond the pale boundaries

of reality’s imaginary reservation

My rogue depression

is my best oddest of friends

that remains long after others left

Which seeks me out, inopportunely

for its own dark desperate needs

whilst giving me a malignant purpose

as I try to replace the rifts void

knowing full well, I’ll answer

with my torn empathetic heart

and dependent open arms

because after all, this is… who I am

Poet of the Light © 2019

Quantification’s

Actions are indicative of intent

no matter how failed they fall

Spoken words have consequences

as much so as their stark absence

And its truly a tell tell sign

when one suffers a broken heart:

having embraced and lost- love

Honestly, I’d prefer a broken heart

to burden me like a second shadow

as opposed to a heart kept hidden

out of fear, love may call…one day

Poet of the Light © 2019

Comet

Once in dark lines of poetry

you were the angel that found me

and spoke openly to my heart

in a language of whispers

that I never heard, but felt

and knew- instinctively

that you spoke a lovers truth

in a bright fiery light passing by

but when I blinked

your image slipped away

and every since, I’ve been lost again

like a run away child

searching for you arms

and beating song- of your heart

oh, how my pain simply implodes

causing me to lose control

If I could only turn back the arms

that now holds me here alone

while my soul bleeds- in streams of tears

my raw scars don’t hurt half as bad

as your obviously- your absence has

and all my peace remains elusive

until your ghostly presence

finally comes back to stay

to bodily lay- along by my side

and gift me that sweet song for all time

reverberating from your heart to mine

in a long embraceable sleep together…at last

Poet of the Light © 2019

Musingly

nearing the prismatic promise of dawn

lapping waves erase, all my barefoot prints

I try to accumulate myself to a fallen log

as a single gust of wind breaks from a summit

and ghostly swoops downwardly unseen

in its precipitously decent over quiet fauna

becoming permeated with fresh jasmine scent

stirring dust in its wake from sleepy leaves

while it keenly glides through a meadow way

holding enough presence to whirl around me

as I sit alone resembling fog on a waters edge

pretending briefly behind my closed eyes

it was your long missed embrace…once again

Poet of the Light © 2019